After tearing the paper, Seol Jihu shut his eyes tightly. To be honest, as much as he knew how unreasonable it would be, he didn’t want to reopen them.

Ever since he read the book and until he arrived home, he had been happy. If this was a dream, he didn’t want to wake up.

What if the scenery didn’t change? What if, when he opened his eyes again, he was still standing in his room, and not in Paradise?

“….”

A smile spread across Seol Jihu’s lips. Just now, he thought ‘Paradise’ when originally he would have called it ‘Utopia’. Which meant….

‘My memories are back.’

That was when a faint noise reached his ears.

Seol Jihu opened his eyes slowly and carefully.

When he caught a glimpse of a familiar stone statue beyond the broadening view, his eyes shot open.

The first thing he saw was Gula’s statue, and behind it, he saw the tall columns supporting the roof, and the majestic murals spread across the walls.

It was no doubt the temple of Gula.

He was back. He was finally back — in Paradise.

Seol Jihu turned and looked around the temple. Everything that happened after he collapsed on the slope of the hill slowly passed through his mind. He shuddered at the thought of the time when he almost jumped from the rooftop.

‘I’m lucky I’m not dead.’

He thought he’d never be able to return. And he couldn’t have managed it, had he been alone. It was thanks to everyone’s dedication that he was able to resurrect.

[Welcome back.]

Just as tears were starting to well in his eyes, a gentle voice resounded throughout the temple.

The voice finally convinced Seol Jihu that this was, in fact,...